There’s a faerie house shining so fragile and bright
Like a beacon that guides the forgotten at night,
Upon each branch of each tree whether fir or pine
Are glistening sights that choose to sparkle or shine,
In the ice laden limb of each lacy bent tree
There’s a crystal palace that I’m able to see.
When I was a small child what I’d give to live there
Free from this world with all its pain waste and despair
But now that I’m grown and my lessons are all learned
I’ll pray that I find the peace I think I have earned !
Claire V. Bogdanos 